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With the Birth of Our Lord nigh, here is the recounting of His conception at the Annunciation, seen by Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich. Taken from “The Nativity of Our Lord Jesus Christ.”

“On the 25th of March, 1821, the Sister said,

I saw the Blessed Virgin soon after her marriage, in the house of Joseph at Nazareth, to which my guide conducted me. Joseph had departed with two asses. I think it was to fetch something that he had inherited, or to bring the tools of his trade. He seemed to me still on his journey.

Besides the Blessed Virgin and two young women of her own age, who had been, I believe, her companions in the Temple, I saw in the house Saint Anne with the widow, her relative, who was in her service, and who later on followed her to Bethlehem after the birth of Jesus. Saint Anne had renewed everything in the house.

I saw the four women walking about in the house, and then walk together in the court. Towards evening I saw them re-enter and pray standing round a little round table, after which they ate some herbs which had been brought there. They separated afterwards. Saint Anne still went about here and there in the house, like the mother of a family engaged in her duties. The two young persons went into their separate chambers, and Mary also retired into her own.

The chamber of the Blessed Virgin was at the back of the house, near the fireplace; it was reached by three steps, for the ground at this part of the house was higher than the rest, and on a rocky foundation. Opposite the door the chamber was round, and in this circular part, which was separated by a partition of the height of a man, was the bed of the Blessed Virgin, rolled up. The walls of the chamber were covered to a certain height with a kind of inlaid work, made of pieces of wood, of different colours. The ceiling was formed by parallel joists, the spaces between which were filled with wicker work, ornamented with figures of stars.

I was conducted into this chamber by the young man of shining appearance who always accompanies me,* and I will relate what I saw as well as such a wretched person as I am can do.

* Her guardian angel.

The Blessed Virgin on entering dressed herself, behind the screen of her bed, in a long robe of white wool, with a large belt, and covered her head with a veil of light yellow. In the meantime the servant entered with a light, lighted a lamp with several branches which hung from the ceiling, and retired. The Blessed Virgin then took a little low table which stood against the wall, and placed it in the middle of her chamber. It was covered with a red and blue cloth, in the middle of which a figure was embroidered. I cannot say whether it was a letter or an ornament. A roll of parchment, written upon, was on the table.

The Blessed Virgin having arranged it, between the place of her bed and the door, on a spot where the floor was covered with a carpet, placed before it a small round cushion on which to kneel. She then knelt down, her two hands leaning upon the table. The door of the chamber was in front of her, to the right. She turned her back to her couch.

Mary let down the veil over her face, and joined her hands before her breast, but without crossing the fingers. I saw her pray for a long time with great ardour, her face turned towards heaven. She invoked the redemption, the coming of the King promised to the people of Israel, and she asked also to have some part in this coming. She remained a long time on her knees transported in ecstasy. She then bent her head over her breast.

Then from the ceiling of the chamber descended, on her right side, in a slightly oblique direction, such a mass of light that I was obliged to turn myself towards the court, where the door was placed. I saw then in this light a resplendent young man, with white flowing hair, descend before her, through the air. It was the Angel Gabriel. He spoke to her, and I saw the words come from his mouth like letters of fire. I read them and understood them. Mary slightly turned her veiled head to the right side. Notwithstanding, in her modesty she did not look at him. The angel continued to speak. Mary turned her face on one side, as if in obedience to an order, slightly raised her veil, and replied. The angel spoke again. Mary completely raised her veil, looked at the angel, and pronounced the sacred words: “Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it done to me according to thy word.”

The Blessed Virgin was in a profound ecstasy; the chamber was full of light. I saw no more the light of the lamp which was burning, neither did I see the ceiling of the room. Heaven appeared to be open; my observation followed the luminous way above the angel. I saw at the extremity of this river of light the Holy Trinity. It was like a luminous triangle whose rays reciprocally penetrated each ether. I then recognised what we must adore, but can never express the omnipotent God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, and yet one only God Almighty.

When the Holy Virgin had said, “Be it done to me according to thy word,” I saw a winged apparition of the Holy Spirit, which, however, had not completely the ordinary representation under the form of a dove. The head had something like the human face; the light spread out on both sides like wings, and I saw come from it as it were three luminous streams towards the right side of the Blessed Virgin, where they were reunited; then this light penetrated her right side, the Blessed Virgin herself became luminous, and as if transparent: it seemed as if everything that was opaque in her retired before this light, as night before the day. She was at this moment so inundated with light that nothing in her appeared obscure or opaque; she was resplendent and as if completely illuminated.

I afterwards saw the angel disappear; the luminous ray from which he had emerged retired; it was as if heaven drew it in and caused to re-enter into itself this flood of light.

After the disappearance of the angel I saw the Blessed Virgin in a profound ecstasy and altogether recollected in herself. I saw that she knew and adored the Incarnation of the Saviour in herself, where He was as a small luminous human body, completely formed, and provided with all His members. Here at Nazareth everything is completely otherwise than at Jerusalem. At Jerusalem the women have to remain in the vestibule, they cannot enter into the Temple priests only have access to the sanctuary but at Nazareth it is a virgin, who is herself the Temple. The Holy of Holies is with in her, the High Priest is within her, and she is alone with Him. How touching and wonderful is this, and yet how simple and natural. The words of David in the 45th Psalm are accomplished: “God is in the midst thereof (His tabernacle), and it shall not be moved.” It was a little past midnight when I saw this mystery. After some time Saint Anne entered into Mary s room with the other women: a marvellous movement in nature had awakened them, a luminous cloud had passed over the house. When they saw the Blessed Virgin on her knees under the lamp transported in ecstasy in prayer, they respectfully retired.

In contemplating this night the mystery of the Incarnation I was also instructed in many other things. Anne received an interior knowledge of what had been accomplished.

I learned why the Redeemer would remain nine months in the womb of His mother and become an infant; why He had not desired to come into the world a man, like our first father, and show Himself in all His beauty, like Adam coming from the hands of his Creator but I cannot clearly explain this. That which I now understand is that He wished to sanctify again the conception and the birth of men, which had been so much degraded by original sin. If Mary became His mother, and that He did not come sooner, was that she alone was what no creature was before or after her, the pure vessel of grace which God had promised to men, and in whom He would become man, to pay the debt of human nature by means of the superabundant merits of His passion. The Blessed Virgin was the perfectly pure flower of the human race unfolded in the fullness of time. All the children of God amongst men, all those who since the beginning had laboured in the work of their sanctification had contributed to His coming. She was the only pure gold of the earth. She alone was the pure and spotless portion of the flesh and blood of the whole human race, who, prepared, purified, gathered, and consecrated through all the generations of her ancestors, conducted, protected, and fortified under the regulations of the law of Moses, was finally produced as the fullness of grace. She was predestined in eternity and she has appeared in time as the Mother of the Eternal.

The Blessed Virgin was a little more than fourteen at the time of the Incarnation of Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ arrived at the age of thirty-three years and three times six weeks. I say three times six because the figure six was shown to me at this instant, but repeated three times.

When Joseph returned to Nazareth with the Blessed Virgin after her visit to her cousin Elizabeth, he saw by her figure that she was enceinte. He was then assailed with all sorts of troubles and doubts, for he knew nothing of the visit of the angel to Mary. Soon after his marriage he had gone to Bethlehem on some family affairs. Mary in the meantime had returned to Nazareth with her parents and some companions. The angelical salutation had taken place before the return of Joseph to Nazareth. Mary in her timid humility had kept to herself the secret of God.

Joseph, full of trouble and anxiety, did not attempt to learn anything from without, but struggled in silence against his doubts. The Blessed Virgin, who had perceived this, at once was grave and pensive, which increased still more the anxiety of Joseph.

When they had arrived at Nazareth I saw that the Blessed Virgin did not go at once into the house with Saint Joseph. She remained two days with a family connected with her own. They were the parents of the disciple Parmenas, who was not then born, and who afterwards became one of the seven deacons in the first community of Christians at Jerusalem.

These people were allied to the Holy Family; the mother was the sister of the third husband of Mary Cleophas, who was the father of Simeon, Bishop of Jerusalem. They had a house and garden at Nazareth. They were also allied to the Holy Family on the side of Elizabeth. I saw the Blessed Virgin remain some time with them before returning to Joseph’s house; but his trouble increased to such an extent, that when Mary desired to return to his house, he had formed the intention of leaving it and going away secretly. Whilst he was meditating on this project an angel appeared to him in a dream and consoled him.”

“Again I saw St. Peter’s with its lofty cupola on whose top stood Michael shining with light. He wore a blood-red robe, a great banner in his hand. A desperate struggle was going on below – green and blue combatants against white, and over the latter, who seemed to be worsted, appeared a fiery blood red sword. None knew they they fought. The church was all red like the angel, and I was told that it would be bathed in blood. The longer the combat lasted, the paler grew the color of the Church, the more transparent it became. Then the angel descended and approached the white troops. I saw him several times in front of them. Their courage was wonderfully aroused, they knew not why or how, and how the angel struck right and left among the enemy who fled in all directions. Then the fiery sword over the victorious whites disappeared. During the engagement the enemy’s troops kept constantly deserting to the other side; once they went in great numbers.

Numbers of saints hovered in the air over the combatants, pointing out what was to be done, making signs with the hand, etc., all different, but impelled by one spirit. When the angel had descended, I beheld above him a great shining cross in the heavens. On it hung the Saviour from whose wounds shot brilliant rays over the whole earth. These glorious wounds were red like resplendent doorways, their center golden-yellow like the sun. He wore no crown of thorns, but from all the wounds of His head streamed rays. Those from His hands, feet, and side were fine as hair and shone with rainbow colors; sometimes they all united and fell upon villages, cities, and houses throughout the world. I saw them here and there, far and near, falling upon the dying, and the soul entering by the colored rays into the Saviour’s wounds. The rays from the side spread over the Church like a mighty current lighting up every part of it; and I saw that the greater number of souls enter into the Lord by these glittering streams. I saw also a shining red heart floating in the air. From one side flowed a current of white light to the Wound of the sacred side, and from the other a second current fell upon the Church in many regions; its rays attracted numerous souls who, by the Heart and the current of light, entered into the side of Jesus. I was told that this is the Heart of Mary. Besides these rays, I saw from all the wounds about thirty ladders let down to the earth, some of which, however, did not reach it. They were not all alike but narrow and broad, with large and small rounds, some standing alone, others together. Their color corresponded to the purification of the soul, first dark, then clearer, then gray, and, at last, brighter and brighter. I saw souls painfully climbing up. Some mounted quickly, as if helped from above, others pressed forward eagerly but slipped back upon the lower rounds, while others fell back entirely into the darkness. Their eager and painful efforts were quite pitiful. It seemed as if they who mounted easily as if helped by others, were in closer communication with the Church. I saw, too, many souls of those that fell on the battlefield taking the path leading into the body of the Lord. Behind the cross, far back in the sky, I saw multitudes of pictures representing the preparation begun ages ago for the work of Redemption. But I cannot describe it. It looked like the stations of the way of Divine Grace from the Creation to the Redemption. I did not always stand in the same place. I moved around among the rays, I saw all. Ah, I saw inexpressible, indescribable things!

When the combat on earth was over, the church and the angel became bright and shining, and the latter disappeared; the cross also vanished and in its place stood a tall, resplendent lady extending over it her mantle of golden rays. There was a reconciliation going on inside, and acts of humility were being made. I saw Bishops and pastors approaching one another and exchanging books. The various sects recognized the Church by her miraculous victory and the pure light of revelation they had seen beaming upon her… When I saw this reunion, I felt that the kingdom of God was near. I felt so sensibly the approach of the kingdom of God that I was forced to run to meet it crying tears of joy.

I had a vision of Mary in her ancestors. I saw their whole stock, but no flower on it as noble as she. I saw her come into this world. How, I cannot express, but in the same way as I always see the approach of the kingdom of God with which alone I can compare it. I saw it hastened by the desires of many humble, loving, faithful Christians. I saw on the earth many little luminous flocks of lambs with their shepherds, the servants of Him who, like a lamb, gave His Blood for us all. Among men reigned boundless love of God. I saw shepherds whom I knew, who were near me, but who little dreamed of all this, and I felt an intense desire to arouse them from their sleep. I rejoiced like a child that the Church is my mother, and I had a vision of my childhood when our schoolmaster used to say: ‘Whoever has not the Church for his mother, looks not upon God as his father!’ – Again I was a child, thinking as then, ‘The church is stone. How, then, can it be thy mother! Yet, it is true, it is thy mother!’ – and so I thought that I went into my mother whenever I entered the church, and I cried out in my vision, ‘Yes, she is, indeed, thy mother!’ Now I suddenly saw the Church as a beautiful, majestic lady, and I complained to her that she allowed herself to be neglected and ill-treated by her servants. I begged her to give me her Son. She put the Child Jesus into my arms, and I talked to Him a long time. Then I had the sweet assurance that Mary is the Church; the Church, our mother; God, our father; and Jesus, our brother – and I was glad that when a child I had gone into the stone mother, into the church, and that, through God’s grace, I had thought: ‘I am going into my holy mother!’ Then I saw a great feast in St. Peter’s which, after the victorious battle, shone like the sun. I saw numerous processions entering it. I saw a new Pope, earnest and energetic. I saw before the feast began a great many bad Bishops and pastors expelled by him. I saw the holy Apostles taking a leading part in the celebration. I saw the petition: ‘Lord, thy kingdom come,’ being verified. It seemed as if I saw the heavenly gardens coming down from above, uniting with pure places on earth, and bathing all in original light. The enemies that had fled from the combat were not pursued; they dispersed of their own accord.

I saw in the shining streets of the city of God brilliant palaces and gardens full of saints, praising God and watching over the Church. In the Heavenly Jerusalem there is no Church, Christ Himself is the Church. Mary’s throne is above the city of God, above Her are Christ and the Most Holy Trinity, from whom falls upon Mary a shower of light which then spreads over all the holy city. I saw St. Peter’s basilica below the city of God, and I exulted at the thought that, in spite of all men’s indifference, it ever receives the true light from on high. I saw the roads leading to the Heavenly Jerusalem and pastors conducting therein perfect souls among their flocks; but these roads were not crowded.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 30, 1819

“O who can tell the beauty, the purity, the innocence of Mary! She knows everything, and yet she seems to know nothing, so childlike is she. She lowers here eyes and, when she looks up, her glace penetrates like a ray, like a pure beam of light, like truth itself! It is because she is perfectly innocent, full of God, and without returns upon self. None can resist her glance.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 23, 1819

“I see the Crib and above it, celebrating the feast, are all the blessed who adored the Child Jesus at His birth, all who ever venerated the Holy Place, and all who have gone there even only in devout desire. They celebrate in a wonderful spiritual church the eve of the Redeemer’s birth; they represent the Church and all who desire the sacred spot to be honored, the holy season celebrated. Thus acts the Church Triumphant for the Church Militant; and thus should the Militant act for the Church Suffering. O how indescribably beautiful it is! What a blessed certainty! I see these spiritual churches all around, far and near, for no power can destroy the altar of God. Where it is no longer visible, it stands invisibly cared for by blessed spirits. Nothing is perishable that is done in the Church for the love of Jesus! Where men are no longer worthy to celebrate it, the blessed do it in their stead and all hearts that turn to the service of God are there present. They find a holy church and a heavenly feast, though their corporal senses perceive it not; they receive the reward of their piety.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 23, 1819

“I see Mary in Heaven on a magnificent throne offering to Her Divine Son, sometimes as a newborn babe, sometimes as a youth, and again as the crucified Saviour, all hearts that have ever loved Him, that have ever united in celebrating His feast.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 23, 1819

“I understood that the Church would be saved only after a great storm. The fire so frightful to behold indicated in the first place, a great danger; in the second, renewed splendor after the tempest. The Church’s destruction is already begun by means of infidel schools.”

“I saw combats and streaks of blood far and wide in the heavens over many places, and endless woes and misery threatening the Church, the Protestants everywhere laying snares to entrap her. The servants of the Church are slothful. They use not the power they possess in the priesthood. I shed bitter tears at the sight.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – December 23, 1819

Long live the True Church of Jesus Christ, the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church!

Here is Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich’s vision of Freemasonry tearing down the Church:

“I saw St. Peter’s. A great crowd of men were trying to pull it down while others were constantly trying to build it up again. Lines connected these men one with another and with others throughout the whole world. I was amazed at their perfect understanding. The demolishers, mostly apostates and members of the different sects, broke off whole pieces and worked according to rules and instructions. They wore white aprons bound with blue riband. In them were pockets and they had trowels stuck in their belts. The costumes of the others were various. They were among the demolishers distinguished men wearing uniforms and crosses. They did not work themselves, but they marked out on the wall with a trowel where and how it should be torn down. To my horror, I saw among them Catholic priests. Whenever the workmen did not know how to go on, they went to a certain one in their party. He had a large book, which seemed to contain the whole plan for the building and the way to destroy it. They marked out exactly with a trowel the parts to be attacked, and they soon came down. They worked quietly and confidently, but slyly, figuratively, and warily. I saw the Pope praying, surrounded by false friends who often did the very opposite to what he had ordered, and I saw a little black fellow (a laic) laboring actively against the Church. While it was thus being pulled down on one side, it was rebuilt on the other, but not very zealously. I saw many of the clergy whom I knew. The Vicar-General gives me great joy. He went to and fro, coolly giving orders for the repairing of the injured parts. I saw my confessor dragging a huge stone by a roundabout way. I saw others carelessly saying their Breviary and, now and then, bringing a little stone under their cloak or giving it to another as something very rare. They seemed to have neither confidence, earnestness, or method. They hardly knew what was going on. It was lamentable!

Soon the whole front of the Church was down; the Sanctuary alone stood. I was very much troubled and I kept thinking, ‘Where is the man with the red mantle and white banner whom I used to see standing on the church to protect it?’ Then I saw a most majestic lady floating over the great square before the church. Her wide mantle fell over her arms as she arose gently on high, until she stood upon the cupola and spread it over all the church like golden rays. The destroyers were taking a short repose, and when they had returned they could in no way approach the space covered by the mantle. On the opposite side, the repairs progressed with incredible activity. There came men, old, crippled, long-forgotten, followed by vigorous young people, men, women, children, ecclesiastic and lay, and the edifice was soon restored.Then I saw a new Pope coming in procession, younger and far sterner looking than his predecessor. He was received with pomp. He appeared about to consecrate the church. But I heard a voice proclaiming it unnecessary as the Blessed Sacrament had not been disturbed. The same voice said that they should solemnly celebrate a double feast, a universal jubilee and the restoration of the church. The Pope, before the feast began, instructed his officers to drive out from the assembled faithful a crowd of the clergy both high and low, and I saw them going out, scolding and grumbling. Then the Holy Father took into his service others, ecclesiastic and lay. Now commenced the great solemnity in St. Peter’s. The men in white aprons worked on when they thought themselves unobserved, silently, cunningly, though rather timidly.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich December 27, 1819

Here’s 2 Bishops tearing down the Church while the SSPX is trying to rebuild the Church.

It is interesting that these Bishops consider the only “enemies” that the Church has are the SSPX.

They are angry that we are not really “excommunicated” so they think they will take care of business by imposing an “excommunication” unjustly, with no reason whatsoever, other than pure hatred for the True Catholic Faith, plain and simple. They realize their time is short and so is their new religion. In the not too distant future, the True Church will be restored and the SSPX are and will be playing a great part in that restoration of the Church. Thanks be to God for the Society of St. Pius X!

How is it that the SSPX has no “canonical status” in the Church when heretical Priests, Bishops and Cardinals are allowed to run rampant with no canonical censure whatsoever? Do they not realize the SSPX is of pontifical right and was canonically established?

It is the Church Herself, because of the grave crisis She is in, that supplies jurisdiction, extraordinary jurisdiction. The extraordinary jurisdiction is given in times of great need. If the Church isn’t in a state of great need, I shudder to wonder what it will be like when it is. The above article proves this by quoting Canon Law:

“Jurisdiction is ordinarily given by mandate from the pope or diocesan bishop, or perhaps delegated by the parish priest. The priests of the SSPX do not have jurisdiction in this way. Extraordinarily, however, the Church supplies jurisdiction without passing by the constituted authorities. This is foreseen in the 1983 Code of Canon Law:

when the faithful think the priest has a jurisdiction which he does not have (canon 144) [common error],

when there is a probable and positive doubt that the priest has jurisdiction (canon 144),

when a priest inadvertently continues to hear confessions once his faculties have expired (canon 142, §2), and

when the penitent is in danger of death (and then even if the priest is laicised or an apostate, even though a Catholic priest is at hand) (canons 976, 1335).

Therefore, the Church, wanting the ready availability of penance,extraordinarily supplies jurisdiction in view of the needs of her children, and it is granted all the more liberally the greater their need.

The nature of the present crisis in the Church is such that the faithful can on good grounds feel it a moral impossibility to approach priests having ordinary jurisdiction. And so, whenever the faithful need the graces of penance and want to receive them from priests whose judgment and advice they can trust, they can do so, even if the priests do not ordinarily have jurisdiction. Even a suspended priest can do this for the faithful who ask: “for any just cause whatsoever” (canon 1335). This is even more the case if a faithful Catholic can foresee his being deprived of the true sacrament of penance from priests with ordinary jurisdiction until he dies. Only God knows when this crisis will end.”

This is a David and Goliath situation. Freemasonry and the enemies of the Faith vs. the SSPX.

Keep the Faith, Your Excellencies and Fathers. You fight for Our Lord and His Church, for truth, justice and the Catholic Faith of 2,000 years. Let nothing stop you, come hell, high waters or false excommunications. You will be remembered as those splendid warriors of the Church that fought until the last breath for the rights of God and His Church. Generations to come will remember and thank the SSPX and one day, the Archbishop, Marcel Lefebvre, will be remembered and honored as the great hero, guardian and defender of the Catholic Church in the most unprecedented and catastrophic crisis in her history.

Archbishop Lefebvre once said:

“We have to build, while the others are demolishing. The crumbled citadels have to be rebuilt, the bastions of Faith have to be reconstructed; firstly the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass of all times, which forms saints; then our chapels, monasteries, our large families, our enterprises faithful to the social politics of the Church, our politicians determined to make the politics of Jesus Christ – this is a whole fiber of Christian social life, Christian customs, Christian reflexes, which we have to restore.”

Don’t forget that the Angelic Pope, flanked by the Great Monarch, will one day anathamize this Revolution and we will worship God as we did in ancient days. Then and only then will the Archbishop finally be vindicated and his detractors put to shame.

All quotes are taken from the book “The Life and Revelations of Anne Catherine Emmerich” by the Very Reverend Carl E. Schmoger

“The consecrated fingers of a priest will be recognizable in Purgatory; yes, even in Hell they will be known and they will burn with a particular fire. Everyone will discover the priestly character and load the owner with scorn.”

“How sad that the priests of our day are so neglectful of their power, we might even say ignorant of what the sacerdotal benediction is! Many of them hardly believe in it. They blush at a blessing as if it were a superstitious and antiquated ceremony, while some never reflect upon the power given them by Jesus Christ. When they neglect to give me a blessing, I receive it sometimes from God Himself; but as Our Lord has instituted the priesthood and imparted to it the power to bless, I languish with desire for it. The whole Church is but one body. All must be deprived of what one member refuses to bestow.”

“Now I understand the Church. I see that she is infinitely more than an assemblage of individuals animated by the same sentiments. Yes, she is the body of Jesus Christ who, as her Head, is essentially united to her, and who maintains with her intimate and constant relations. And now, too, do I see what an immense treasure of gifts and graces the Church has received from God who communicates Himself to men only in and by her.”

“The Church is only one, the Roman Catholic! And if there were left upon earth one Catholic, he would be the one, universal Church, the Catholic Church, the Church of Jesus Christ against which the gates of Hell shall never prevail.”

“The knowledge of the greatness and magnificence of this Church in which the Sacraments are preserved in all their virtue and inviolate sanctity is, unhappily, rare in these days, even among the clergy. It is because so many priests are ignorant of their own dignity that so many of the faithful forget theirs and comprehend not the expression to belong to the Church. That no human power may ever destroy it, Almighty God has attached an indelible character to Holy Orders. Were there but a single priest on earth rightly ordained, Jesus Christ would live in His Church as God and man in the Most Holy Sacrament of the altar; and whoever would receive this sacrament, after being absolved by the priest, would alone be truly united to God.”

“It is something grand but, at the same time, something impossible without true interior light, without purity and simplicity of heart, to live in accordance with the Faith of this Holy Church; to celebrate with her the divine worship and thereby participate in the infinite treasure of grace and satisfaction she possesses in the merits of her Divine Head; and, through His merits, to share in the blood of her innumerable martyrs, in the penance and sufferings of her saints, in the prayers and good works of the devout faithful. This treasure she communicates without diminishing to all in union with her, to all her true children. It is from it that she draws wherewith to satisfy the justice of God, to liquidate for the living as well as for the souls in Purgatory, the debts which they themselves could never cancel. Every hour has its own particular grace; he who rejects it, languishes and perishes. As there is an earthly year with its seasons, an earthly nature with its creatures, its fruits and its peculiar properties; so also does there exist an economy of a higher order for the restoration of our fallen race. It has innumerable graces and means of salvation all linked together in the course of the spiritual year which, too, has its different seasons. Each year, each day, each hour ripens these fruits for our eternal salvation. The children of the Catholic Church that piously celebrate the spiritual year with its feasts and ceremonies, that regulate their life according to its prescriptions, that recite the holy Canonical Hours, alone are faithful laborers in the vineyard, they alone will reap abundant benedictions. It is sad to behold in our times so few that understand this economy of divine grace and conform their life thereto. But a day will come on which, conscience-stricken, they will at last comprehend what the ecclesiastical year is, with its feasts and seasons and days consecrated to God, its public and private devotions, its Canonical Hours, its breviary recited by priests and religious. It is the Divine Saviour Himself who abides to us at all times as food and victim, that we may become one with Him. How strikingly do not His untiring mercy and solitude for us shine forth in the thousands of Masses in which the propitiatory Sacrifice, His bloody death upon the Cross, is daily renewed in an unbloody manner and offered for us to His Eternal Father! The Sacrifice of the Cross is an eternal sacrifice, a sacrifice of infinite efficacy, unalterable, and ever new. But men must profit by it in time which is finite and during which all things are taken into account. In accordance with the precept of the Son of God made man, this thrice holy Sacrifice shall be daily renewed until the account is filled up and the temporal existence of the world shall reach its term; for it is Jesus Christ Himself who, by the hands of lawfully ordained priests (even were they otherwise unworthy) offers Himself to His Heavenly Father under the species of bread and wine for our reconciliation.”

“He (her spiritual guide) says that I am a virgin of the Catholic Church, consecrated to God and bound by holy vows; I ought to praise God in the Church and pray with sincere pity for heretics. I know better than others what the Church really is, and I ought on that account to praise the members of Jesus Christ in the Church, His Body; as to those who are separated from this Body and who inflict cruel wounds upon It, I ought to commiserate them and pray for their conversion. In praising the disobedient, one participates in their faults; such praises are not charitable, since true zeal for the salvation of souls is cooled by them. It is well for me that I have been reproved on this head, for we must not be too indulgent when there is question of things so holy. I, indeed, behold many good people among heretics who inspire me with great compassion, but I see, also, that they are children whose origin dates back no further than their own times. They are drifting about without helm or pilot, and they are incessantly splitting up into parties one against another. A movement towards piety which at times affects them, emanates from the Catholic stock to which they formerly belonged; but it is soon counteracted by another in an opposite direction, a spirit of ignorance and indocility which urges them to rise in rebellion against their common Mother. They are eager to practice piety, but not Catholicity. Although they pretend that ceremonies and lifeless forms are of no importance, and that Almighty God must be served in spirit and in truth, yet do they obstinately hold to their own forms which are in reality dead, to forms of their own invention, which are in consequence ever changing. These forms are not the result of internal development, a body animated by a soul; they are mere skeletons. It is for this reason that they who practice them are infected with pride and cannot bend their necks to the yoke. How, in truth, could they possess humility of heart, they who are not taught from their infancy to humble themselves, who confess not their sins and their miseries, who are not accustomed, like the children of the Church, to accuse themselves in the Sacrament of Penance before the Representative of God? Behold, then, why I see even in the best among such people only defects, presumption, obstinacy, and pride. The only heretics that are not in a positively dangerous position, are they who, wholly ignorant of the Church out of which there is no salvation, practice piety as far as they know how; but as soon as God gives them the least doubt, they should regard it as a call from Heaven and seek to know the truth. Heretics become members of the Church by holy Baptism, if validly administered. They live only by the Church and have, in point of spiritual nourishment, only what falls to them from the Church; but they do not sit at table with the children of the house, they are outside insulting and boasting, or dying of starvation. When in vision I behold baptized heretics returning to the Church, they appear to come in through the walls before the altar and the Most Blessed Sacrament; while the non-baptized, Jews, Turks, and pagans, are shown to me as entering the door.”

“Great is the grace of the true children of the Church! They alone, by their sincere and obedient confession of the only true Catholic Faith, by their living communion with the visible Church, are on the right road to the Heavenly Jerusalem.”

Vision of the Heavenly Jerusalem:

“The Heavenly Jerusalem I saw like a glittering, transparent, golden city in the blue sky, supported by no earthly foundations, with walls and gates through which I could see far, far beyond. The view was rather the instantaneous perception of a whole then of a succession of parts such as I have here been obliged to present. It had numerous streets, palaces, and squares, all peopled by human apparitions of different races, ranks and hierarchies. I distinguished whole classes and bodies bound together by ties of mutual dependence. The more I gazed, the more glorious and magnificent did it become. The figures I saw were all colorless and shining, but they were distinguished from one another by the form of their raiment and by various other signs, scepters, crowns, garlands, croziers, crosses, instruments of martyrdom, etc. In the center arose a tree, upon whose branches, as if on seats, appeared figures still more resplendent. This tree extended its branches like the fibers of a leaf, swelling out as it rose. The upper figures were more magnificent than those below; they were in an attitude of adoration. Highest of all were holy old men. Crowning the summit was a globe representing the world surmounted by a cross. The Mother of God was there, more splendid than usual. It is all inexpressible!”

“I saw a vision of Good Friday, the Lord sacrificing Himself upon the Cross, Mary and the disciples at its foot. This picture I saw over the altar at which priests say Mass. I see it at all hours of the day and night. I see, too, the whole parish, how the people pray, well or badly, and how the priest fulfills his duties. I see first the church here, then the churches and parishes all around, as one sees near him a fruit tree lit up by the sun, and in the distance others grouped together like a wood. I see Mass celebrated at all hours of the day and night throughout the world, and in some far-off regions with the same ceremonies as at the time of the Apostles. Above the altar, I see a heavenly worship in which an angel supplies all that the priest neglects. I offer my own heart for the want of piety among the faithful and I beg the Lord for mercy. I see many priests performing this duty pitiably. Some, mere formalists, are so attentive to the outward ceremonies as to neglect interior recollection; they think of only how they will appear to the congregation, and not at all of God. The scrupulous ever long to feel their own piety… Jesus loves us so much that He constantly renews His work of Redemption. The Mass is the hidden history of Redemption, Redemption become a Sacrament.”

All visions are take from the book “The Life and Revelations of Bl. Anne Catherine Emmeirch” by Carl E. Schmoger.

An amazing vision about relics and the state of the Church:

“I again visited innumerable places where lie relics under buildings buried and forgotten. I went through cellars in mud and dust, into old church crypts, sacristies, tombs, and I venerated the holy things lying there, scattered and unknown. I saw how they once shone with light, how they shed around like benediction, but their veneration ceased with the decline of the Church. The churches erected over them are dark and desolate, the Saints under them are no longer honored. I saw that their veneration and that of their relics had decreased in the same measure as the adoration of the Most Blessed Sacrament, and then I was shone how evil a thing it is to receive the Holy Eucharist through mere habit. Grievous sufferings were imposed upon me for this contempt. In the spiritual Church I saw the value and efficacy of the holy relics now so little regarded on earth.

I saw an octangular church arising like a lily from a stalk and surrounded by a vine. It had no altar; but in the center, on a many-branched candlestick, reposed the richest treasures of the Church like bunches of opening flowers. I saw the holy things collected and honorably placed by the Saints on this candlestick, this ornamental stand, which seemed constantly to increase in size. While thus engaged, the Saints very often saw their own relics brought in by those who lived after them. I saw the disciples of St. John bringing in his head and other relics of him and the Blessed Virgin with little crystal phials of the Blood of Jesus. In one of them the blood was still clear and shiny. All were in the costly reliquaries in which the Church preserves them. I saw saintly men and women of Mary’s time depositing in precious vases, holy things that once belonged to her; they were given the place of honor on the right. There was a crystal vase in which there was pieces of her clothing, and another vase with some of her hair. I saw a tree before the church, and I was shown how it had fallen and been fashioned into the Saviour’s Cross. I saw it now in the form in which I always see it, brought in by a woman wearing a crown. It hovered in the air over Mary’s relics. The three nails were stuck in it, the little foot ledge was in its place, as also the inscription, and, skillfully arranged around, were the instruments of the Passion; the ladder, the lance, the sponge, the rods, the whips, the crowbars, the pillar, the cords, the hammers, etc., while the Crown of Thorns hung from the center. As the sacred objects were brought in and arranged, I had successive visions of the places in which these relics of the Passion were found, and I felt certain that of all I saw some particles are still preserved and honored. There must be many relics of the Crown of Thorns in different places. I discovered that my particle of the lance is from the haft.

I saw in all directions on altars, in chambers, churches, vaults, in walls, in rubbish, under the earth and on the earth, portions of the relics and bones which were brought into the church. Many consecrated Hosts in chalices and ciboriums were brought thither by Bishops, and corporals stained with the Precious Blood. They were placed on high over the cross. Then came the relics of the Apostles and the early martyrs followed by those of whole bands of martyrs, Popes, priests, confessors, hermits, virgins, religious, etc. They were deposited at the foot of the cross, in costly vases, ornamented caskets, towers, and shrines wonderfully wrought in precious metal. A mountain of treasures arose under the cross which gradually ascended as the mound increased and, finally, rested upon what might be termed a transfigured Calvary. The relics were brought by those who had themselves honored them and exposed them to the veneration of the faithful; they were, for the most part, holy personages whose own relics are now held in benediction. All the Saints whose relics were present ranged in choirs, according to their rank and profession; the church became more and more crowded; the heavens opened and the splendor of glory gleamed around. It was like the Heavenly Jerusalem! The relics were surrounded by the aureolas of the Saints to whom they belonged, while the Saints themselves sent forth rays of the same colors, thus establishing a visible and marvelous connection between them and their remains.

After this I saw multitudes of well-dressed people thronging around the church with marks of deep veneration. They wore the various costumes of their times; of the present day, I saw but a few. They were people who honored the Saints and the relics as they ought to be honored, as members of the Body of Jesus Christ, as holy vessels of divine grace through Jesus, in Jesus. On them I saw falling like a celestial dew the beneficent influence of those saints; prosperity crowned all their undertakings. I rejoiced to see here and there, in these our days, some good souls (some of whom I
know) still honoring relics in all simplicity. They belong chiefly to the peasantry. They salute simply and earnestly the relics in the church as they enter. To my great joy, I saw my brother among them. As he enters the church, he devoutly invokes the holy relics it contains, and I see that the Saints give fertility to the fields. The veneration paid the Saints and their relics in the present day, I saw symbolized by a ruined church in which they lay scattered, neglected, covered with dust, yes, even thrown among filth and dirt; and yet they still shed light around, still draw down a blessing. The church itself was in as pitiable a state as the relics. The faithful still frequented it, but they looked like grim shadows; only occasionally was a simple, devout soul to be seen who was clear and luminous. The worst of all was the priests themselves who seemed to be buried in mist, unable to take one step forward. They would not have been able to find the church door were it not that, in spite of their neglect, a few fine rays from the forgotten relics still reached them through the mist. Then I had distinct visions of the origin of the veneration of relics. I saw altars erected over the remains of the Saints which, by the blessing of God, afterward became chapels and churches, but which were now in ruins owing to the neglect of their sacred treasures. I saw in the time in which all was misty and dark, the beautiful reliquaries broken up to make money and their contents scattered around, which later desecration gave rise to greater evils than did even the selling of the caskets. The churches in which these sacrilege happened have fallen to decay, and many have wholly disappeared. I have been to Rome, Cologne, and Aix-la-Chapelle, where I saw treasures of relics to which certain honors are paid.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – Feast of Holy Relics – 1820

Her vision of St. Longinus:

“I saw the Lord dead on the cross. I saw all the people standing around in just the same position as on Good Friday. It was at the instant in which the legs of the crucified were to be broken. Longinus rode a horse or mule, but it was not like our horses; it had a thick neck. He dismounted outside the circle of soldiers, and went in on foot, his lance in his hand. He stepped upon the little mound at the foot of the Cross, and drove the lance into the right side of Our Lord. When he saw the stream of blood and water, he was most powerfully affected. He hastily descended the mountain, rode quickly to the city, and went to tell Pilate that he looked upon Jesus as the Son of God, and that he resigned his appointment in the army. He laid down his lance at Pilate’s feet and left him. I think it was Nicodemus whom he next met and to him he made the same declaration, after which he joined the other disciples. Pilate esteemed the lance dishonored, inasmuch as it had been used as an instrument of punishment, and I think he gave it to Nicodemus.” ~ Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – July 1820

Her vision on the current Passion of the Church and priests’ sacrilegious Masses:

“I see priests in mortal sin saying Mass; the Hosts like a little live child on the altar before them. Theycut It and gashed It horribly with the patena! Their sacrifice wasmurder. I saw in many places at the present day numbers ofgood people oppressed, tormented, persecuted – It is to JesusChrist Himself such injuries are offered. This is an evil age. Isee no refuge anywhere. A dense cloud of sin hangs over thewhole world, tepidity and indifference everywhere! Even inRome, I see wicked priests murdering the Child Jesus in theirMass.“ ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – January 1, 1821

The last Prophecy has simply been the reality in the Church for the past century. Unfaithful clergy are everywhere, even in Rome. Very few have the True Faith anymore. Sacrilege is everywhere and Rome even wants it to be sanctioned by permitting those in mortal sin to receive the Blessed Sacrament.

Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich must be rolling in her grave seeing the reality of her visions coming to pass right now. Kyrie Eleison!

Prophecies are taken from “The Life and Revelations of Anne Catherine Emmerich” by Carl E. Schmoger.

“I have had an indescribable visions on the state of the Churchboth in general and particular. I saw the Church Militant under the symbol of a city like the Heavenly Jerusalem, though it was still on earth. In it were streets, palaces, and gardens through which I wandered and saw processions composed entirely of Bishops. I recognized the interior state of each. I saw their thoughts issuing from their mouths under the form of pictures. Their religious transgressions were represented by external deformity: for instance, there were some whose head seemed to be only a misty cloud; others had a head, but a heart, a body of dark vapor; others were lame and paralytic; others sleeping or reeling. Once I saw a mitre floating in the air and a hand out of a dark cloud trying repeatedly, but vainly, to seize it. Under the mitre I beheld many persons not unknown to me, bearing on their shoulders amid tears and lamentations, crosses of all kinds – among them walked myself. I think I saw almost all the Bishops in the world, but only a few were perfectly sound. I saw the Holy Father very prayerful and God-fearing, his figure perfect, through worn out by old age and manifold sufferings, his head sunk on his breast as if in sleep. I often saw him supported by apparitions during his prayer, and then his head was upright. When it sank upon his breast, then were the minds of many turned quickly here and there; that is, viewing things in a worldly light. Protestantism was in the ascendancy and religion was falling to utter decay.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – June 1, 1821

“I see in the future religion falling so low that it will be practiced only here and there in farmhouses and in families protected by God during the horrors of war.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – June 1, 1821

“I see so many ecclesiastics under the ban of excommunication! But they seem quite at their ease, almost unconscious of their state; and yet, all join associations, take part in enterprises, or adhere to opinions condemned by the Church, are really excommunicated by that fact itself. I see such men, hemmed in, as it were, by a wall of fog. By this we may clearly see what account God makes of the decrees, orders, and prohibitions of the Head of the Church and how rigorously He exacts their observance, while men coolly mock and scoff at them.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – March 22, 1820

On the Angelic Pope and the restoration:

“I saw a new, very resolute Pope, and the black abyss gradually closing until the opening was so small that a water pail could cover it. Lastly, I saw three troops or parishes uniting in the light under holy, enlightened men, and entering into the Church. The waters again gushed forth; all was renewed, all was living and flourishing, churches and convents were rebuilt.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – April 12, 1820

I think it’s possible that the following Prophecy refers not only to the Synod, but to the tyrannical dismantling of the Franciscans of the Immaculate.

“I have had another vision on the great tribulation everywhere reigning. It seemed as if something were enacted from the clergy, something that could not be granted. I see many aged priests, some of them Franciscans, and one, in particular a very old man, weeping bitterly and mingling their tears with those of others younger than themselves. I saw others, tepid souls, willingly acceding to conditions hurtful to religion. The old faithful in their distress submitted to the interdict and closed their churches. Numbers of their parishioners joined them; and so, the two parties were formed, a good and a bad one.”

The following is a Prophecy about the coronation of the Angelic Pope.

“There has been a thanksgiving feast in the spiritual church. It was filled with glory, and a magnificent throne stood in the middle of it. Paul, Augustine, and other converted Saints figured conspicuously. It was a feast in the Church Triumphant, a thanksgiving for a great, though still future grace, something like a future consecration. It referred to the conversion of a man whom I saw of slight figure and tolerably young, who was one day to be Pope. I see him below in the church among other pious men… I saw many Christians returning to the bosom of the Church, entering through the walls. That Pope will be strict, he will remove from him lukewarm, tepid Bishops – but it will be a long time before this happens. All whose prayers have been instrumental in obtaining this grace were present in the church. I saw also those men eminent in prayer whom I so often see. The young man was already in Orders and it seemed as if he were receiving some new dignity. He is not Roman, though an Italian from a place not far from Rome. I think he is of a pious noble family. He travels sometimes. But before his time there will be many struggles. It was an indescribably beautiful and joyous festival, and I was so happy!”

The following is an astonishing Prophecy about the attacks of Freemasonry on the Church and the Passion the Church has been undergoing for the past 50+ years.

“I have seen that the Church’s distress springs from treason, omissions, and negligences; and, though great is the misery here among us, it is still greater in other places. I saw priests in taverns, in bad company, and their parishioners dying without the Sacraments; and again I had a vision of how the secret sect cunningly attacks the Church of Peter on all sides. They used all sorts of tools and ran here and there with the broken stones; but they had to leave the altar standing, they could not carry it off. I saw them profane and rob a statue of Mary. I complained to the Pope of his tolerating so many priests among the destroyers, and I saw why the Church was founded in Rome. It was because Rome was at that time the center of the world, the metropolis of nations. It will stand like an island, like a rock in the sea, when all around it goes to ruin. Jesus gave this power to Peter and set him over all His Church, because of his fidelity and uprightness. When Jesus said to him ‘Follow Me’, Peter understood that he, too, would be crucified. As I watched the destroyers, I marveled at their great skill. They had all kinds of machinery; they did everything according to a given plan. They made no noise, they noticed everything, profited by everything, had recourse to all kinds of artifice, and the building seemed to disappear under their touch, though nothing crumbled of itself. Some among them were engaged in reconstructing. Theydestroyed the holy and the great, and they built up the empty, the hollow,the superfluous!From some of the altar stones, they made steps at the entrance.‘ ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – May 1823

This extraordinary mystic saw the current state of the Church in our time. She prayed and suffered for us because she realized the great loss of souls that would result from the Great Apostasy that would reach the very top of the Church, as we are witnessing today.

All of the following Prophecies are taken from The Life and Revelations of Anne Catherine Emmerich by Carl E. Schmoger.

She saw the restoration of the Church and the priests and laics who would help in that restoration, namely the SSPX.

“I saw St. Peter’s utterly demolished, all excepting the choir and main altar. St. Michael, girt and armed, descended into the church and with his sword repulsed several bad pastors who were trying to enter. He drove them into a corner where they sat looking at one another. The part of the church that had been demolished in a few instants was surrounded by light wicker-work so that divine service could be perfectly celebrated. Then from all parts of the world came priests and laics, who built up the walls of stone, for the enemy had not been able to shake the firm foundation.”~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – September 10,1822

The current Passion of the Church was revealed to her in the following vision:

“I saw heartrending misery, playing, drinking, gossiping, even courting going on in the church. All sorts of abominations were committed in it; they had even set up a ninepin alley in the middle of it. The priests let things go their way and said Mass very irreverently; only a few of them were still a little intelligent and pious. I saw Jews standing around the doorways. All this grieved me deeply. Then my Heavenly Spouse bound me as He Himself had been bound to the pillar, and He said: ‘So will the Church yet be bound. She will be tightly bound before she shall again rise.” ~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – September 27, 1822

The attacks of Freemasonry upon the true Church was shown to her in this fascinating vision:

“Last night I had a vision of the Pope. I saw St. Francis carrying the church, and the basilica of St. Peter borne on the shoulders of a little man who had something of the Jew in his countenance. It looked very perilous. Mary stood on the north side of the church with her mantle extended over it. The little man was almost bent double. He is, as yet, a laic. I know who he is. The twelve men whom I always see as the twelve new apostles ought to have helped him, but they arrived too late; however, just as he was about to fall, they all ran up with myriads of angels to his assistance. It was only the pavement and the back part of the church, for all the rest had been demolished by the secret society helped by the servants of the church themselves. They bore it to another place, and it seemed as if rows of palaces fell before it like fields of wheat in harvest time. When I saw St. Peter’s in this ruinous state and so many ecclesiastics laboring, though secretly, at its destruction, I was so overcome that I cried earnestly to Jesus for mercy. Then I saw my Heavenly Spouse before under the form of a youth. He spoke to me for a long time. He told me that this translation of St. Peter’s signified that the Church would apparently fall to total ruin: but that, resting on these supports, she would be raised up again. Even if there should remain but one Catholic Christian, the Church would again triumph since its foundations were not cast in the intellect or councils of men. She had never yet been without members praying and suffering for her. He showed me all that He Himself had endured for her, what efficacy He had bestowed upon the merits and labors of the martyrs, and He ended by saying that He would endure it all over again if it were possible for Him again to suffer. He showed me, also, in numberless pictures, the miserable aims of Christians and ecclesiastics throughout the whole world. The vision grew wider, more extended, until it embraced my own country; and then Jesus exhorted me to perseverance in prayer and expiatory suffering. It was an unspeakably great and sorrowful picture. I cannot describe it! I was also told that very few Christians, in the true sense of the term, are to be found nowadays.”~Bl. Anne Catherine Emmerich – October 4, 1822

The crisis in the Church:

“I see the Church alone, forsaken by all and around her strife, misery, hatred, treason, resentment, total blindness. I see messengers sent on all sides from a dark, central point with messages that issue from their mouths like black vapor, enkindling in the breast of their hearers rage and hatred. I pray earnestly for the oppressed! On those places in which some souls still pray I see light descending; but on others, pitchy darkness. The situation is terrible! My God have mercy! How much I have prayed! O city! O city (Rome) with what art thou threatened! The storm approaches – be on thy guard! I trust thou wilt stand firm!” ~October 7, 1822

Saints and mystics have seen the current Passion of the Church centuries ago. They have said that the Church will triumph. Take comfort in knowing this. Despite the devastation and the almost annihilation of the Catholic Faith, she will be raised up gloriously like Christ in the end.

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Immaculate Heart of Mary

She who asked that we make the First Saturdays in reparation for the many outrages and sacrileges She receives.

Pope St. Pius X

Ora pro nobis! For the "restoration of all things in Christ."

Archbishop Marcel Lefebvre

Great Defender of the Rights of God and His Holy Church.

Bishop Bernard Fellay

Long live His Excellency, the very wise and courageous leader of the SSPX!

Bishop Tissier de Mallerias

"Their new religion is against the true Mass, and the true Mass destroys their new false religion, a religion without sacrifice, expiation, satisfaction, divine justice, penance, self-denial, asceticism; the religion of the so called “love, love, love” that is nothing but words."

Bishop Alfonso de Galarreta

"No salvation, no redemption is possible, neither for individuals nor for societies, apart from the priesthood and apart from the kingship of Our Lord Jesus Christ."

St. Joan of Arc

Following in the footsteps of St. Joan of Arc. Fighting a spiritual battle for the True Church. *Raises sword*

Fr. Nicholas Gruner

RIP - An Apostle of the Latter Days - Valiant Defender of Our Lady of Fatima

Fighting for the Church

Viva Christo Rey! Rise up, knights!

Sts. Joan & Therese

Daughters of the King of Heaven

St. Peter

Tu es Petrus.

Holy Sacrifice of the Mass

Traditional Latin Mass - Heaven on Earth - Mass of the Saints. The Mass Archbishop Lefebvre lived and died for.

Our Lady of Good Success

Pray for the Church attacked by Freemasonry. She who will usher us in to the great restoration of the Church.

Our Lady of LaSalette

She who wept over the sins of the world and called upon the apostles of the Last Days to fight.

Our Lady of Fatima

Pray that the Pope and Bishops will obey the Mother of God and consecrate Russia. Her Immaculate Heart will triumph.

Our Lady of America

True but abandoned Apparition of Our Lady. Only Apparition with a counterfeit.

Our Lady of Guadalupe

Protect the unborn from being slaughtered by abortion.

St. Raphael the Archangel

Patron of Holy Matrimony and Youth.

St. Joseph

Protector of the Holy Catholic Church and the Family.

St. Michael the Archangel

Defender of the Church Militant.

St. Tarcisius

Defender of the Blessed Sacrament, who died rather than allow anyone to touch the Sacred Host.

Pope Leo XIII

He who fought Freemasonry and saw that the devil would persecute the Church for 100 years.

Pope Pius XII

"It is an error to believe that Christ did not teach a determined body of doctrine applicable to all times and to all men, but rather that He inaugurated a religious movement adapted, or to be adapted, to different times and different places."

Pope St. Pius V

"All the the evils of the world are due to lukewarm Catholics."

St. John Bosco

"Your sons ask for the bread of Faith and no one gives it to them. Ungrateful Rome, effeminate Rome, arrogant Rome. Forgetting that the Sovereign Pontiffs and your true glory are on Golgotha. Woe to you; my law is an idle word for you."

St. Dominic Savio

"Death but not sin."

The Altar of God amidst the destruction

Introibi ad altare Dei. Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem meam.

Successors of the Apostles

Our Bishops - Passing on the True Faith they have received.

St. John Vianney

"Oh, how great is a priest! The priest will not understand the greatness of his office till he is in Heaven. If he understood it on earth, he would die, not of fear, but of love."

St. Therese of Lisieux

"I will let down a shower of roses." My Patroness. The Little Flower of Our Lord.

Most Holy Eucharist

"He is The Bread sown in the virgin, leavened in the Flesh, molded in His Passion, baked in the furnace of the Sepulchre, placed in the Churches, and set upon the Altars, which daily supplies Heavenly Food to the faithful." ~St. Peter Chrysologus

Crucifixion of Our Lord

"Men speak today of 'liberation.' Everywhere they have this word so much on their lips: liberation, liberation, liberation! What liberation? Liberation from Our Lord Jesus Christ! They want no more of Our Lord Jesus Christ; they want no more of His Cross! They want no more of His sacrifice because His sacrifice reminds us that we must sacrifice ourselves, that we must die to our sins to have life. And that, men who seek rather their pleasure and their satisfaction can neither see nor hear nor understand. They want nothing to do with the Cross. And that is why so many crosses have disappeared in our day." ~Archbishop Marcel Lefebvre

Cardinal Giuseppe Siri

"If the Church were not divine, the Council would have buried Her."

The Holy Catholic Church

"For nothing more glorious, nothing nobler, nothing surely more honorable can be imagined than to belong to the One, Holy Catholic, Apostolic and Roman Church, in which we become members of one Body as venerable as it is unique; are guided by one supreme Head; are filled with one divine Spirit; are nourished during our earthly exile by one doctrine and one heavenly Bread, until at last we enter into the one, unending blessedness of heaven." ~Pope Pius XII